Crossing the Passenger Sacrifice

Chapter 593

Holding a lot of anger, the team leader ordered his men to start searching. Still feeling uneasy, he searched the room again before joining the busy search team outside.

Li Huoyue knew that the other party was a professional security leader and was not so easy to fool. He would definitely search the room to prevent anyone from playing tricks under the covers.

The other party made the right bet.

For some reason, Li Huoyue has not used any props since she accepted them from Mrs. Jin. In view of the current situation, she has no plug-ins and can only play the trick of hiding in the dark.

It may be a bit old, but it’s effective.

The team leader was also anxious. Staying at the scene and searching was a subconscious reaction, but his mind was actually in a mess because of the word "dereliction of duty".

The search is actually very useful, but unfortunately the person on the other side is Li Huoyue.

It was as if she had anticipated these things since birth, and her skills had been trained to be exceptional. As for the team leader, he was the only one with such awareness. Unless he met Li Huoyue face to face, he would not be able to notice Li Huoyue even if she walked closely behind him.

The prince, who is the most easily exposed, naturally cannot be her personal accessory.

After the team leader hurriedly patrolled around and found nothing, Li Huoyue also flew out of the prince's room lightly at the same time as he left.

There are two busiest places now.

One is Changsi Pavilion where the prince is, and the other is Bingdi Courtyard where the awakened Prince of Liang impatiently goes.

There are only two young masters in the Prince of Liang's Mansion. One is dead and the other has disappeared.

This situation would be enough to cause chaos even during the day, let alone at night.

Looking at the two places with particularly bright lights in the dark night, Li Huoyue didn't need to spend any more time to inquire about them, he could directly determine the direction.

But before going to the Twin Courtyard, she thought of the young master's words and went to the fake Prince of Liang's side courtyard first.

The location of the side courtyard is only considered a side courtyard relative to the entire building location of the Prince of Liang's Mansion. In fact, there is no such thing as a side courtyard for the houses built in the inner city.

In addition, Prince Liang was an arrogant prince who did not restrain himself. Therefore, except for the inner city where no prince's palace was allowed to occupy too much space, the rest of the palace was only slightly inferior to the imperial palace.

The situation is still a bit confusing at the moment, but it won't be long before someone will sort out the situation and report to the side hospital.

Li Huoyue rushed to the side yard where the lights were off, and without saying a word, he turned around and went straight into the other person's bedroom.

Several elite teams were dispatched, so it didn't take her much effort to enter this side courtyard.

She still followed the rules of the night and entered through the window instead of going directly through the main gate to humiliate the guard on duty.

As soon as he entered the house, the first thing he smelled was a fragrance, similar to a mixture of agarwood and sandalwood. Li Huoyue always felt that he had smelled it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where it was for a while.

She looked around and found that the room was not dark, not because the lights were not turned off, but because there was a small altar in the room. Candles were placed symmetrically on the incense table in front of the altar. The candlelight was carefully protected by the glass lamps, emitting a stable light source.

Li Huoyue looked from afar in the candlelight, wanting to see what kind of immortal was enshrined in the center.

It's not that she had never seen altars set up in rooms before, but she had never seen an altar placed in one's bedroom, nor had she seen an altar occupy nearly two-thirds of the main area of the bedroom.

Because the location of the shrine was built spacious enough, Li Huoyue could clearly see that the main seat of the shrine was not a statue of any immortal or Taoist priest, but a tree.

A miniature tree that looks like a bonsai pine or a banyan tree, it is unclear whether it is dead or alive.

The incense burner in the middle of the incense table below is not the lotus incense burner or the animal-foot incense burner used by ordinary people, but a very familiar utensil - a bronze tripod.

The pattern of this tripod is exactly the same as the big tripod placed in the backyard. Apart from the difference in size, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are exactly the same.

The eye-like pattern on the tripod faces the gate, like some kind of guardian.

Li Huoyue's pupils suddenly dilated and then contracted sharply, almost letting out his breath.

The strange room layout and the elusive shrine made Li Huoyue stop at the window. Not only did he not intend to move forward, he even had a tendency to retreat.

She sensed danger.

This danger is different from any previous danger.

Even before she got close, she couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.

And just as the prince said, there was indeed a portrait of Li Huoyue hanging in the room.

It's not just Li Huoyue.

Suppressing her discomfort, she quickly scanned every portrait in the room with her attention.

There were Li Huoyue himself, Li Huoyue's mother, and even Li Lian's second and third children. The whole family was neatly hung in a row on the wall.

Li Huoyue is in the most obvious position in the middle, and the other portraits seem to be placed randomly in a disorderly manner. However, if you look closely, you can find that these portraits are all centered on Li Huoyue and Li Huoyue's mother and spread out in all directions.

There was the eldest princess, the crown prince, the sixth princess, and Sang Fuqing among them.

Each portrait was lifelike, with a unique color matching style. Li Huoyue frowned, as she was too familiar with this style of painting.

In the entire South, only the third brother has such a level.

Next to each portrait, there is an introduction to the identity and name, as well as a few small columns of small characters, which should have been added later. The ink color is different from the picture.

But Li Huoyue was far away and couldn't see clearly what was written densely.

There were also some people I knew but wasn't familiar with gathered around, as well as some people I didn't know, and there didn't seem to be any necessary connection between the characters.

Suddenly, Li Huoyue discovered a familiar figure.

A handsome young man in white clothes, with a red waist belt outlining his extraordinary temperament, had a gentle smile on his face. The name column beside him read:

Prime Minister Jiang’s eldest son—Jiang Yunshu.

Li Huoyue's goosebumps had not yet disappeared, and he almost laughed out loud at this moment.

If the news brought by Sang Fuqing is true, it would be interesting.

Just as he smiled, two lines of even stranger inscriptions appeared in Li Huoyue's sight:

The alliance recommended him as Li Huoyue's husband, but the team intended to stop him.

Success (six, seventeen, twenty-three)

Li Huoyue's smile disappeared instantly.

What do you mean?

What puzzled her even more was the portrait of Prince Li next to Jiang Yunshu.

The young man with outstanding temperament comes to life on the paper, with a handsome face and a pair of half-closed eyes, which seem to be amused and looking down on others.

There is a piece of ribbon on the left side of the eye with a small arrow drawn on it, and two words are written at the end of the arrow: New.

Further to the left is the name and identity of King Li, with an even stranger line of words next to it:

Li Huoyue's marriage.

There were small words below, and Li Huoyue planned to take two steps forward to see clearly what was written.

However, just as he took a step, his body stopped as if by muscle memory, and a chill immediately ran through his spine all the way to the top of his head.

The body still sends the same signal: danger ahead.